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It was their fifth day in Paris, France. Her whole life she had dreamed of this place, dreamed of one day meeting its grounds firmly with her feet instead of drifting by on means made solely of day dreams. Paris was her one true love, its culture inspired her, its stories intrigued her, its history...

It’s hard to find a place to start with something like this. I guess I should start with who I am, I am Morgan Danielle. I have amazing family and friends, people who, no matter the circumstance, have stood beside me and loved me through EVERYTHING. They, in themselves, are an outstanding blessing...

When you got the news
picked out the little pink shoes
was i what you pictured?
when you were tying my hair in a bow
and getting me ready for the show
was i what you pictured?
I'm not perfect... not even close
you except me because you're are forced to!
I am not what you wanted, n...

The air smelt of a Southern Summer Thunderstorm on the rise, freshly cut grass, and plastic fishing worms: her favorite smells in the entire world. She was lying on her back, the old wooden dock was warm; she squinted up at the sky, drawing pictures in the clouds. She drew hearts in the water with h...